Poem7

Of What I Have Created~

You hate me, I hate you? A mutual murder of reluctant chaos over a primitive promise. Where are we? What are we? Enemies? Why? The pointless thought of a sarcastic jester for revenge. tore us deeply and shamefully apart. My words just as crewel as yours. Seeing in a different view, taken upon of what little we can remember of this miserable friendship. Lets try and sew together our wounds and become of what we once where. Although I know the journey may be hard, but take my hand, take my shoulder, take my forgiveness. I ask now to help me fix the wrong of what we have created. Help me bind together every thing we once stood for. My old friend, I know you hate me. The distrust I faced upon reveling that all of it was a hoax, I lost my sanity. My old friend, The feelings I felt of wrong intentions drove us on to a thin layer of ice. I smashed my foot through, I let us drown from my jealousy. Let it be know, my emotions are no longer clear. I take this risk. I hope for renewal. I hold out my hand, waiting for your grip. My old friend, take it.